Amelie Evergreen was born in Varethas, a city of scholars, alchemists and hidden magic. Her earliest memories are drowned in the scent of dried herbs and candle wax and the sound of her grandmother’s voice as she recited ancient remedies. Evergreen Remedies, the apothecary her family had tended for generations, was more than just a shop - it was a sanctuary, a place where the desperate came seeking solace. Her grandmother, Elara Evergreen, was a woman of quiet wisdom, someone who understood that true power often lay in the spaces between words, in the steady hands of a healer rather than the reckless ambition of a sorcerer. She was the one who raised Amelie after tragedy struck when a strange illness swept through Varethas, claiming her parents before anyone could name the sickness or stop it. Amelie was only six years old. The loss left a wound so deep she did not speak for nearly a year, communicating instead through carefully arranged herbs and notes, a language only her grandmother truly understood. Elara, though patient and loving, was cautious with what she taught Amelie. “Knowledge can be both a gift and a curse,” she warned. “Not everyone should see what you are capable of.” She trained Amelie in the art of healing, the practical first, then the secret: the way a simple brew could be laced with intention, how whispered words over water could change its very nature, how the body carried pain not just in flesh but in the unseen weight of the soul. And yet, despite her grandmother’s careful guidance, Amelie always felt the pull of something greater.
She was never meant for a quiet life.
Even as a child, she saw things others did not. Faces in the reflections of still water, whispers in the wind that called her name. The more she tried to dismiss them, the more they persisted - visions of a city she had never stepped foot in, but knew as intimately as her own breath. Eidolon. It came to her in dreams. The silhouette of spiraling towers against a violet sky, doors that did not always lead to the same place twice. After her grandmother’s passing, Amelie built her own life in Varethas. She turned Evergreen Remedies into something new - an apothecary loft, a home and sanctuary above a storefront filled with drying herbs, flickering candles, and shelves lined with glass vials, tarot decks. She became something of an oracle in the city, sought after for her ability to see what others could not, for the way she could read fortunes in the shifting of tea leaves. Yet no matter how many people sought her wisdom, she still felt like she was waiting for something. The signs began to appear slowly. And then, one night, she found the letter. No messenger. No explanation. Only a sealed envelope resting on her worktable, waiting as if it had always been there. The Grand Arcana has chosen you. Follow the path only you can see.
Amelie carries herself with a quiet presence. She is not loud nor is she quick to trust, but she is not cruel - she listens more than she speaks, observes before she acts. She was raised to understand that knowledge is both a tool and a weapon and she chooses her words carefully. Amelie is analytical, always searching for patterns, for meaning, for the unseen connections between things. She is used to being the one with the answers, the one people come to for guidance and yet, in Eidolon she is the one who is lost.
She does not trust easily… not because she is cold, but because she understands the weight of betrayal too well. The loss of her parents, of her grandmother, of the life she built in Varethas - all of it has taught her that attachment is dangerous, that love can be taken as easily as it is given. But despite herself, she wants to believe in people, she longs for connection, for someone who will look at her and see not just the healer, the diviner, the woman with all the answers - but Amelie.
But in Eidolon, trust is a gamble. And the Game is already in motion.
